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Coração vagabundo

Photo: Llove exhibition via Yatzer.

Alice asked the Chesire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”
The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know”, Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”

Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland.

My connection was in danger—that was all. Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn’t we rather have a destiny to submit to, then, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?

- Alice Munro, The Albanian Virgin.

One of those days when I feel sabotaged from within. The world turning into a pale substance made of hubris and daydreams and obsessions. I’m trying to remain constructive by making a list of  practical things that help me breathe through these sort of days. So far the activities that have worked for me are: Running for miles until the pain and exhaustion overcomes circular thoughts. Taking a nice, thorough shower of angst. Listening to music that puts me in a halcyon frame of mind. Sleeping it over.
Tonight will be the night I kill all of my idols. It’s time to stop making excuses and move on.

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Category: Acoustic, Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Experimental

Heliocentric

Image credits: [1, 2, 3, 4, 5].

The sun never sets nor rises. When people think the sun is setting, it is not so; they are mistaken.
- Helena Petrovna Blavatsky

The sun never sets.

The sun never rises.

Resignation and refusal to settle in the same breath.

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Category: Beats, Bedroom playlist

Last Chance to See

 

Image credits: [1, 2, 3, 4, 5].

Upon those who step into the same rivers, different and again different waters flow.
- Heraclitus

  • Kid Koala & P LoveMoon River
    Nufonia Must Fall Book Tour (2003)
  • Nujabes - Aruarian Dance
    Samurai Champloo: Departure (Victor, 2004)
  • Bonobo - We Could Forever
    Black Sands (Ninja Tune, 2010)
  • Nouveaunoise - Cinnte
    Paraphrase Accolade (Nouveanoise records, 2010)
  • Emancipator - Lionheart
    Soon it Will be Cold Enough (1320 records, 2006)

I remembered once, in Japan, having been to see the Gold Pavilion Temple in Kyoto and being mildly surprised at quite how well it had weathered the passage of time since it was first built in the fourteenth century. I was told it hadn’t weathered well at all, and had in fact been burnt to the ground twice in this century.

“So it isn’t the original building?” I had asked my Japanese guide.
“But yes, of course it is,” he insisted, rather surprised at my question.
“But it’s burnt down?”
“Yes. Many times.”
“And rebuilt with completely new materials.”
“But of course. It was burnt down.”
“So how can it be the same building?”
“It is always the same building.”

I had to admit to myself that this was in fact a perfectly rational point of view, it merely started from an unexpected premise. The idea of the building, the intention of it, its design, are all immutable and are the essence of the building. The intention of the original builders is what survives. The wood of which the design is constructed decays and is replaced when necessary. To be overly concerned with the original materials, which are merely sentimental souvenirs of the past, is to fail to see the living building itself.

- Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See.

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Category: Beats, Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Hip hop

The indeterminate peripheral zone

Photo:Brian Ferry

Then, the field of vision assumes a peculiar structure. In the center there is the favored object, fixed by our gaze; its form seems clear, perfectly defined in all its details. Around the object, as far as the limits of the field of vision, there is a zone we do not look at, but which, nevertheless, we see with an indirect, vague, inattentive vision. If it is not something to which we are accustomed, we cannot say what it is, exactly, that we see in this indirect vision.

- Ortega y Gasset. España Invertebrada.

A soft lunch list. Sweet and mellow around the corners, warm and slightly sensuous in the middle. Maybe a short dinner for two.
How was your day, love?

As you might have noticed we’re changing the look of the motel. Bad timing on my part since we’ve all been a tad busy  lately. Please let us know if you find anything fishy or dusty so we can work it out as soon as possible. Thank you.

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Pop, Soul

Midnight Tempo II

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‘Tis midnight now.  The bend and broken moon,
Batter’d and black, as from a thousand battles,
Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.
~Joaquin Miller, Ina

  • Cerati / Melero -Cozumel
    Colores Santos (1992)
  • Dj Krush-Big City Lover
    Krush (Shadow Records, 1994)
  • Thom Yorke-Black Swan
    The Eraser (XL, 2006)
  • Modeselektor-Edgar
    Happy Birthday! (BPitch Control, 2007)
  • Motor City Drum Ensemble-Raw Cuts # 6
    Raw Cuts Vol.1 (Timothy Really, 2009)
  • Fudge Fingas-It’s about time
    Prime Numbers 3 (Prime Numbers, 2010
  • Outkast-Prototype
    Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (La Face, 2003)

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

This Midnight Tempo is a jump to beats more rythmical but no in another tune, all is arund the midnight.
It’s bed time with the right mood.

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Hip hop, Motel de Moka

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]